Monday, 30 September 2013

Teaching children how to communicate

The balance between my jobs as a nanny and as a writer, editor and communicator helps me be better at both jobs. In both positions, using the right words and sharing the right information is crucial. What I have learnt over the last seven years as a nanny is that one of the most important things you can teach a child is to communicate effectively, and you can teach that from a very young age.

What a lot of people in child care forget is that what you're essentially doing is equipping small people to become competent adults. That how you behave around children is teaching them how they will behave. It is very important that you show children that being clear and honest communicators will get them what they want. It will give them a very solid foundation for the rest of their lives, and it will make your life as a carer easier too!

I have noticed that around three years of age, when most toddlers can talk quite well, children can revert back to making baby noises and whinging. Simply telling the child that you find it hard to understand when they just make noises, and that they are big kids now and that they know lots of words, will eventually get them to realise that that is not the way to get what they want. 

Another way to enhance a child's communication is to discuss times when you might have been angry or they have misbehaved, when you are both calm and relaxed and doing something together. Always be prepared to explain why they got into trouble, and what they can do to not end up in the same situation again. When you can communicate to them what upsets you in a calm and clear way, they will hopefully mirror in telling you when they are upset what has upset them.

Children are not stupid, they are simply inexperienced. That's why it is very important to do a lot of explaining about how to use words to get what you want, and to relate to others. You can explain very complex things to them, as long as you use words and examples they understand. Some of my seven year old kids have been taught the word empathy at school, and they were very competent in explaining it to me. I was obviously very impressed!

Sibling communication can be very challenging - make sure you have all children involved when you discuss a previous conflict at a calm time. Talk to each child individually as well. Make children see how nice it is to be spoken to respectfully instead of being yelled at or simply ignored. Just use an example such telling the difference between being told "That's mine! Give it back!" to "I understand you like playing with my toy, but I'd like to play with it now. You can have another go later." 
This might sound like a trite way to talk for children, but encouraging courteous behaviour really will help them in the future.

It is also very important to teach children that to ignore others is incredibly rude and won't be tolerated. If explaining it to them (many times in a calm manner) does not work, ask them how they would feel if you ignored them when they ask you for something, or want to explain something to you. If that doesn't work, you might have to ignore them a few times and then at the moment of their irritation bring to their attention that they do the same thing to you and ask if they now understand how unpleasant it can be.
Make sure that if you make a reasonable request of a child and you are purposely ignored, that you take the time to approach the child, look into their eyes and explain that ignoring you is not going to result in them not having to do as asked. 

Another big challenge is interrupting and talking over the top of each other. I look after three sisters between four and seven and at times I feel like my head might explode when they are talking all at the same time, and instead of waiting for the others to finish, they just talk louder! 
I always say that I can only understand one voice at a time and that I will each give them time to talk and when it is their turn I will give them my undivided attention. I also make sure that one child interrupts another while they are telling me something, that I tell the interruptor to wait a moment until the first child is finished. It's a time consuming way to talk, but it works! And don't let them interrupt you either, especially when you're answering one of their questions of giving them important instructions.
And make sure that you don't interrupt them, unless it's important and then do it in a polite way. A child's chatter might sound unimportant to you, but it's never unimportant to them. 

Patience is key. Be prepared to go over things many times. Be consistent, and calm most of all. And as always, lead by example. If you communicate calmly, clearly and firmly, that's what you will teach the children in your life. And as always, never raise your voice, except in emergencies - it will keep situations from turning into yelling matches, and will keep everyone calm. 

Good luck, let me know how you go and share your success stories and tips!


Thursday, 19 September 2013

Part-time adult, full-time happy

Hi team. Busy times are all around, and I have joined the trend. These days I have two part-time jobs and am also studying part time. Alongside those important activities, I also like to have an actual social life (hard to come by these days) and hubby and I have taken up Swing Dancing (awesome fun) in recent months and that's also keeping me off the streets. Not that I ever was on them.

It has only recently occurred to me that I am not likely to ever get myself a full-time grown-up office job. Until now I always thought I wasn't qualified or experienced enough for that. But it turns out, I don't actually want one of them grown-up 9-5 kind of gigs. It's not me. I am not an office kind of person. Some of us just aren't and I only just realised that's ok. Slow on the uptake, yes.

For some reason my idea of a responsible grownup is a person who works full time in an office. But I now realise that I am an actual responsible adult, despite the fact I spend a lot of my time playing kids' games and drinking coffee in cafes. Because I am actually doing those things in a productive way.

I have finally come to realise that my 'temporary' nannying job was something I didn't consider an 'actual' job. But heck, it sure is an actual job! An actual job I am really good at, and I really enjoy. Yes, the pay is fairly terrible, once you've taken taxes, super and holiday pay out of my hourly rate, not much is left. But what is left are happy, well-rounded children, and a happy Florence. That's actually quite wonderful. And worth my time and effort.

Nannying is a wonderful way to spend time. I get to keep the very imaginative child in me very curious and active, and I also get to play a lot with wonderful small people. Plus I get tons of cuddles. I get to go to the zoo when others are in an office. I get to design amazing Lego structures and get praised by my kids as if I have just built the Taj Mahal. Children are full of praise and full of love. Not many people receive that from the people they spend their time with at work. Do you?

My other part-time job as a freelance (online) writer and editor is where I get to be grown up and intelligent. I get to sit quietly on my lovely couch, under a blanket, sometimes in my pyjamas and make money. I could also choose to do this at a cafe, while drinking fabulous coffee and feeling the buzz of my beloved Melbourne cafe culture around me.

And then I also get to spend time at uni, improving my skills as an editor and writer. I get to learn, study and re-awaken my thirst for knowledge and the joy in being studious. Also, I get to buy stationery and I get student discounts on fun things.

It seems ridiculous that I have only just realised how awesome my life is. Granted, my writing job is fairly recent and before that I had very little confidence in my skills as a professional writer. But the way I started my writing job, and how quickly I mastered my tasks and overcame challenges has really given me a boost. I now once again believe in my words. Still not as much as I did when I was about 22, but that's ok. I am actually a better writer now.

I will quite happily live on with part-time jobs that are almost opposites, forever: loud and fun and crazy and social with my children, and quiet and intelligent and grown-up with my writing. It's a perfect balance.

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

The black hole

Hi team.
I know it's been ages and I'm sorry. I fell into a black hole called Christmas Holidays. I know it sounds like a happy place, but for me it's unfortunately not really such a cheerful time. And though I know this is my blog and I can write on it what I want, I hesitated a long time before deciding it's ok to be sad at christmas time, and to tell people about it.

The holidays are usually a very hard time for me, as the people here in Australia who keep me sane, love me, and make me feel appreciated and wanted, go on holidays and dedicate time to their very deserving families. My gym classes are reduced, my favourite cafes are closed.
The focus of that time of year is on spending time with your family - the ads on television, the films on tv, and even the silly tv series I watch. It makes me miss my own family more than any other time of year. Suddenly The Netherlands seems so very far away, and Skype just doesn't cut it. I miss my own family's christmas traditions, which is a vast, vast world away from what I do now at Christmas time.

I do have a wonderful husband with a very nice family, but I have to admit they do things differently. For a girl who grew up with a mother who is a communication expert, whom I could talke about anything to, and who never passes an opportunity to express her enjoyment of any moment that might occur, it is difficult to now spend my holidays with a family who does none of those things.

I have always been encouraged to express myself freely. I have been given the skills to say what I feel, and why and how and what and where and who did what and why. I intimately know the language of feelings, know the nuance between melancholy and wistfulness. I know my own feelings very well. And I know that I have inherited my mother's cheer and optimism, but that sometimes the passive pessimism I inherited from my father just hijacks me and tries to smother my happiness with the heavy, wet pillow of depression. And though my husband knows I get this way, and he wants to support me, he just doesn't know how, doesn't have the words I need, and he struggles with my struggles. Luckily we always end up finding each other's love and I know that that's the rope to clutch onto to pull me out. I might lose all faith in lots of things, but my husband's love for me is something I do not doubt.

I don't get to see the kids I look after for a while, because the parents are there to look after them themselves. I love that my kids have this time with their parents, but I miss the small bundles of love that they tuck into my heart and help me feel good about myself. Causing a kid's joy is so rewarding. I just saw my three little girls (six year-old twins and a four year-old sister, who I have looked after for six years) and their happiness at seeing me just boosted me completely. They couldn't stop talking, showing me things, asking me questions and and wanting to impress me. I took the opportunity to reiterate that I love them, that I am their friend for life and that even if we don't see each other for a while, I will always be just around the corner. That I love them to the moon and back. They whisper into to my ear that they love me to the end of the universe and back. Black hole suddenly filled with love.

So now, the new year has well and truly started, I have my bounce back. I have caught up with my much-missed friends, I get to see 'my' kids and I have many new and exciting ventures lined up. I was in a Flash Mob yesterday! And I plan to be in many more. My hubby and I are about to go to the Yarra Valley this weekend for an Italian cooking course (my christmas present to my husband). Next week I am starting a short course at the CAE to learn how to make leather handbags (for those of you who don't know, I make handbags and nappy bags, until now out of fabric but I look forward to making stronger bags). I started a book club with one of my friends. There's going to be an extra dance class at my gym. My husband bought me tickets for christmas to see Cirque de Soleil next month. Valentine's Day is coming up. Our four-year wedding anniversary is coming up. I am planning my annual trip to Holland for June to celebrate my mother's 70th birthday, and to see my dear, dear friends and family there.

I am yet to hear back whether my application for citizenship has been accepted, which in turn means I still don't know if I get to start Uni in July, because only Australian Citizens get FEE-HELP (previously known as HECS) and I cannot afford to pay for my course full fee up front...

But that's ok. We'll see how it all works out. I am ok again and life is back to normal. And luckily my normal is pretty damn awesome.